Tag Archives: #policewives

There is a man dancing in my living room right now. No, I’m not hosting a bachelorette party. I’m watching my husband make my little boy giggle so hard that he isn’t able to make any noise. Our son doesn’t … Continue reading →

Grief is a terrible and tricky emotion. It doesn’t negotiate. It doesn’t segregate. It does not reason. When it enters your life, it unpacks it’s bags and doesn’t let you in on it’s departure date. It whispers little lies in … Continue reading →

There was a time where it bothered me. In fact, that time is in the not so distant past. I would pour myself over comment sections and absorb all the negativity from people who had jumped aboard the anti-police train. … Continue reading →

Officer Brian Moore died today. He was 25 years old, loved his job, and was held with the highest respect from his fellow officers of the NYPD. When I was 25 years old, I didn’t even know who I was … Continue reading →

I have never been the child of a cop so I don’t want talk to you as if I know what that’s like. While I obviously know how living the life of a law enforcement officer has changed me, I … Continue reading →

Your significant other has always wanted to be an officer. They have that “first man in, last man out” mentality. They were born to do something heroic and brave. They have a heart that is so desperate to change the … Continue reading →

My dearest son, I am tasked with a very difficult job. I am tasked with raising you into a man. Not only am I tasked with raising you into a man, I’m tasked with raising you into a good man; a … Continue reading →